Why, oh, why had she ever taken that genie up on her offer? “It’s a trick,” her friends had warned her. “Everyone knows genies are tricky. You wish for a new car, they give you a Model-T, then say, ‘hey, it was new in 1914!’”
She’d blurted out a wish to live in an ‘80s movie. Feathered hair. Neon in all the wrong places. She’d never guessed the genie would come through.
Here she was, stuck in Fast Times at Ridgemont High. Some tertiary character without a name or speaking part. Not so much as a Sean Penn in sight.